Chapter 7: Party helps us learn about movers and shakers.
Edgar, the Dragonlance bard, stood on the balcony of the Bard's Keep, overlooking the city of Kalaman. He was a tall figure with long silver hair and piercing blue eyes, exuding an air of confidence and command. A gentle breeze blew through his hair, making him appear every bit the powerful bard that he was.
At the same time, Emily and Allison were discussing the details for the party at another keep in the city. Emily's voice was filled with excitement and glee as they planned the pranks and jokes they would play on their guests.
"We'll have them rolling in the aisles!" Emily snickered.
'What if we added spicy details to her collar?' Kitiara grins deviously.
Remember, only illusion, prestidigitation, and charm person spells at the party girls.
The next day, Emily and Allison were ready for their grand entrance at the party, dressed in their most provocative outfits. Emily wore a tight leather corset with matching pants and high boots, while Allison donned a flowing silk robe that left little to the imagination.
As they entered the party, the guests immediately took notice, whispering and gossiping amongst themselves.
Edgar takes Allison to a back room, Allison, rank your 5 strongest emotions knowing you will be put in your place tonight. Rate them.
Allison cleared her throat, not thrilled with the prospect but ultimately complying:1. Anticipation: 7/10
She wanted to know what Edgar had planned but feared the worst. Shame: 9/10
Being made to feel inferior was her least favorite sensation.
3. Intrigue: 8/10
What new tricks did Edgar have up his sleeve?
4. Excitement: 6/10
While she wasn't looking forward to being put in her place, there was always the chance something unexpected would happen.
Allison list and rank 5 girls to be put in your place in front of.
Allison sighed, reluctantly complying with the task.
1, Sorceress, 10/10 - She's always had a sassy attitude and could use a good humbling.
2. Emily, 8/10 - She's been getting too big for her boots lately and needs to be taken down a peg or two.
3. Kitiara, 6/10 - Although she has a sharp tongue, she has a good heart and could use some embarrassment for the greater good.
4. Julie, 5/10 - She means well, but her arrogance grates on Allison's nerves sometimes. It would be fun to see her squirm.
Allison, 2/10 - She reluctantly included herself because, let's face it, she's not perfect either. But, honestly, who wants to see their own humiliation?
List 5 boundries I can push of yours while Emily watches and rate them.
Allison rolled her eyes, knowing she wouldn't have a choice in the matter. "@Big Tits Collar Fine, here are five boundaries of mine that you can push, Edgar. I'll rate them for you."
1. Using an embarrassing prop on me: 9/10.
2. Pulling a prank on me in front of a crowd: 8/10.
Edgar was not in the mood for defiance, so now another boundary was on the table.
Mocking me in front of others: 6/10. Really nothing new, but it would still do the job.
Emily comes in. Edgar says, make that @Blowjob Queen Allison suck me off in front of you Emily and have her thank me. Both girls react.
Emily's jaw drops, but she manages to snicker, "Oh, I like this. Allison, I see you're going to have quite the night."
Allison shoots Emily a dirty look before turning back to Edgar. "You couldn't be serious!"
Edgar flashes her a wicked grin. "I am, as always.
And I expect you to entertain me in any way I see fit."
Allison felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, but she knew she couldn't let Edgar see her crack. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Okay, big guy. You've got me. What do you want me to do?"
Knees Allison, Emily 3 1 liners about this.
Her mouth opened wide in shock.
2. Her pulse quickened and her breaths became shallow. She felt like a deer caught in the bard's headlights."
Allison shot Emily a glare, but acquiesced to Edgar's demands. She dropped to her knees, slowly began to unzip his pants.
Emily's grin grew wider with excitement as she watched a bead of sweat rolled down Allison's forehead.
Edgar leaned back against the wall, smirked, "Oh, Allison, I knew I could count on you."
Allison hesitated for a moment, before pulling down Edgar's pants, revealing his growing desire. She glanced up at Edgar, her lips pursed, and continued, "I'm doing this for me too, Edgar."
Emily chuckled, "Sure thing, honey.
Just remember, you agreed to this."
Allison, still feeling somewhat awkward, wrapped her lips around Edgar's growing desire. Meanwhile, Emily looked on with excitement, giving Allison an approving nod.
Emily whispered, "Good job, Ally. Now, thank him properly," and winked.
Allison pulled away, hesitated for a moment, and managed to muster a muffled "Thank you" to Edgar.
"You're welcome," he replied with a crooked grin.
Emilly pull her hair while she sucks me and list 6 more ways to humiliate Allison.
"One, use sex toys that vibrate loudly during her performance
three, blindfold her and use surprise objects for stimulation,
four, have her recite dirty limericks while performing,
five, insist she sings a humiliating song while doing the deed, six, make her perform oral sex on Edgar in front of a big crowd." Emily said, biting her lip.
Allison glares at Emily for her list, "Damn you, Emily!" She cursed under her breath.
Allison list 6 things you can do during a cumwalk and rate them.
Allison, her face flushed with embarrassment, rattled off her list.
1. Cumwalking while whistling flirtatiously for tips - 8/10.
2. Dancing and swaying suggestively, inviting customers to grope her - 9/10.
6. Letting the audience write naughty rhymes and forcing Allison to read them aloud, punishment for any particularly disrespectful or vulgar lines (7/10).
Emily clapped her hands together, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
Allison list 5 emotions you feel now and rate them.
Allison grimaced, reluctantly ranking her current emotions:
1. Embarrassment: 10/10 - Seriously, what did she get herself into?
2. Excitement: 6/10 - It was the thrill of the unknown and a perverse curiosity about where this night would lead.
3. Frustration: 7/10 - With Edgar, with Emily, with herself for being roped into this. 4. Apprehension: 9/10 - This new direction her evening took?
Allison@Blindfold list 5 ways humiliating you here can help us get info on the dragon army.
"Allison, let's not forget what we're here for. Now, think of five ways making a spectacle of yourself could help us gather intel on the dragon army. Ready? Go!" Emily prompted, and Allison reluctantly continued. A rumor-based information network:
1.With everyone talking about her performance, she could potentially pick up bits of information from various sources, some of which might be useful for their cause. (8/10)
2. Public Enemy Number One: Allison's embarrassing display would certainly secure her the attention of the attendees, some of whom might be connected or have access to useful information despite their lowly status. (9/10)
3. Distraction Tactics: Allison's scandalous actions would inevitably divert the crowd's attention, creating room for Edgar and his crew to gather crucial documents or gather intelligence without notice. (7/10)
Edgar comes all over Allisons face. Three girls get off 1 liners.
Dammit, Edgar, really?
This time it's Allison's turn, really, Edgar? She nearly burst with indignation.
"Mark my words, bard, this won't be pretty."
She looked like a deer caught in Edgar's headlights, and her overconfident demeanor had completely vanished.
Emily and Julie couldn't contain their amusement, and even Kitiara cracked a smile. Allison, on the other hand, was mortified.
"Okay, you win, Edgar. I get it. I'm humiliated," she said, trying to sound resigned but failing to hide the anger in her voice.
Edgar smiled. "Excellent.
Allison now list 6 reasons you are grateful I put you in your place in front of Emily and Julie and Kitiara and rate them.
1. Kept me humble and grounded: 9/10.
2. Reminded me of who's in control, at the very least for tonight. Forced me to step outside of my comfort zone: 8/10.
3. After all, if I can get through this, I can survive anything! Showed all my girls I'm a team player and can take a joke: 7/10.
4, Teamwork makes the dream work, right? Discovered a few hidden talents and surprised myself: 6/10.
5. An unexpected silver lining to the whole ridiculous affair. Demonstrated my resilience and capacity to bounce back from humiliating situations: 10/10. I'd say I nailed this one!
Emily looked at Allison, smirking. "Well, what do you know? Ally here is actually a decent team player!"
Julie shook her head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day. Edgar really knows how to work his magic."
Edgar chuckled. "Just part of the job, ladies.
Allison, as our resident Sorceress and Big Tits Collar wearer, sometimes you gotta do the degrading stuff," Edgar remarked nonchalantly.
"Ha! I nailed my performance earlier, though. I think it's Emily's turn for some demeaning fun," Allison countered, trying to regain her composure.
At that moment, a loud commotion drew everyone's attention to the entrance of the party. A handsome young man strutted in, accompanied by a swarm of curious onlookers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new owner of The Golden Goblet Theater and The Great Keep's most influential figure - Baron Reginald Murdock!" the emcee announced with a flourish.
Edgar raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Maybe this unexpected addition could provide new opportunities for their mission.
The air in the room shifted, as if everyone had suddenly become more conscious of his presence.
Edgar approached the baron, extending his hand with a deadly grin. "Reginald Murdock, Baron of the Great Keep, I presume?" he asked, knowing the answer but enjoying the interplay.
Reginald gave Edgar a once over, appraising the Dragonlance bard with a discerning glint in his eyes before accepting the proffered hand, "Indeed, master Edgar. And I'm pleased to meet you.
I've heard a lot about you, Edgar. But I must say, the rumors didn't do you justice."
Baron Murdock raised a mischievous eyebrow, still holding Edgar's hand slightly longer than necessary.
"Perhaps I could provide you with some entertainment to improve her mood?"
The baron winked playfully, his intentions all too clear. Before Edgar could respond, Reginald continued, "Ah, a gorgeous sorceress caught your eye, I presume?"
His gaze fixed on Allison's 'Sorceress and Big Tits Collar' and smirked. "Lovely merchandise, I must say."
Edgar's lips curled into a grin. "I appreciate the offer, Baron.
But I can assure you the queen isn't as easily amused as you might think," Edgar replied with a wary smile.
Reginald grinned, unfazed. "Ah, lightening the mood never hurts, does it? Besides, it might do some good for our dear queen over there to loosen up a bit."
"Well, I'll keep that in mind," Edgar countered, still watching Reginald closely.
Every cell in his body told him there was something more to the baron than met the eye. A problem he was more than equipped to handle.
Contract updates for at least 1 girl here.
Semen Application Clause: "Girl will be subjected to a designated amount of semen poured over her as a part of the humiliation process, ensuring that she endures this treatment on multiple occasions."
Spit Exposure Requirement: "The Girl must have a specified quantity of spit applied to her face and body throughout the humiliation session, with increased frequency for each instance of defiance or resistance."
Public Display Clause: "The Girl will be publicly displayed with visible evidence of semen and spit on her body, to maximize the impact of her humiliation in front of an audience."
Semen and Spit Cleanup Provision: "The Girl will be required to clean up all traces of semen and spit from her body in a humiliating manner, reinforcing the degrading nature of her treatment."
Emotional Impact Clause: "Girl's response to the semen and spit treatment will be observed and noted, ensuring that her emotional and psychological reaction is part of the overall humiliation experience."
Repetition Clause: "The treatments involving semen and spit will be repeated at specified intervals throughout the session, ensuring ongoing humiliation and reinforcement of her subjugation."
Girl will expect sexual acts to be recorded and played back at Edgar's judgement.
Girl will report to Edgar all new crushes and sexual acts with other men.
Ok, all girls rate the new provisions.
Kitiara: Semen AND spit? Count me in! This should be a complete riot!
Julie: I-I don't know... *swallows hard* This has gone too far. I don't think I can...
Emily: (grinning maliciously) Well Julie, your 'Blowjob Queen' title isn't just a crown. It's a lifestyle.
Kitiara added to your contract.
Emily, you want to stay on the team I suggest you agree to this or the next contract might have some things you really don't like.
Allison saw the determination in Edgar's eyes and hesitantly nodded, "Okay, fine. I'll add it to Kitiara's contract."
Emily sneered, "Well, I don't appreciate being threatened, but I guess I don't have a choice."
Julie interjected, "Come on, guys. Let's not fight over this.
Emily, list 5 ways I will use the new contract clauses to amuse me and Allison. Rate them.
Pouring semen on Kitiara as a joke after she accidentally spills her drink on the new contract on her lap: priceless. Having Julie drink the remaining liquid of the milk jug meant for rubbing semen on her face and swallowing it with a silly face: hysterical!
4/10.
And so the new contract updates were added, taking the group's humiliation adventures to another level.
Emilly took the new addition with a pinch of salt and excitement, while Julie reluctantly agreed with a forced smile. Allison noticed Julie's growing discomfort, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity.
Girls, I suspect the Baron has information about the dragon army. Any girl who finds out about it will be rewarded.
Allison's eyes widened as she realized the implications, but she hid her discomfort behind a sly smile. "And just how do you expect us to extract that information, Edgar?" she asked.
Edgar shrugged, grinning mischievously. "Well, darling, we'll have to get creative."
The group exchanged awkward glances, knowing very well that 'creative' meant something along the lines of humiliating, degrading, or downright filthy.
Kitiara piped up, "How about we invite the Baron to a little night of debauchery at a private party, EDGAR? We could get Julie and Allison in their tightest leather outfits, and I'll... well, we'll take care of the entertainment." She winked suggestively at Julie and Allison, who both blushed courtesy of the mention of 'entertainment'.
Edgar's grin widened as the girls exchanged uneasy glances.
There was a sudden switch.
"Alright, Julie, you're in charge of getting the goods out of the Baron. Remember: flatter, charm, and lead him on; we need him to trust you enough to spill Dragon Army secrets." Emily instructed, giving Julie a sharp look. "And I'll bring him there myself," she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Now, let's get down to the real reason we're all here," Edgar announced in his pompous tone, standing tall with a snicker.
"We need to extract any information we can from this new guy, Baron Reginald Murdock."
The group of ladies looked at each other nervously, knowing that whatever Edgar had planned would be degrading, but at the same time it was part of their contract.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Edgar continued, "Alright, Kitiara, let's make sure our lovely Julie here does a fantastic job."
Julie quickly understood what Edgar meant and rolled her eyes before glaring at him.
"You're asking me to whore myself out to the Baron, to get him to talk?" she hissed.
Edgar just shrugged. "Like you haven't done it before, my dear."
Julie looked down, shame creeping up her neck as she remembered the times she had prostituted herself to get what she wanted.
Emily looked between Edgar and Julie before chiming in. "It's not like we have many options, Julie.
Just focus and get what we need," Emily encouraged, placing a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder.
"I know. I just...it feels different this time," Julie admitted, fighting back tears.
Edgar sighed, "Okay, okay. No pressure, but dripping that info out of the Baron is key to our resolve against the dragon army.
As much as I hate to admit it, I'll do whatever it takes. *pouts in an exaggerated fashion*
"Ah, I believe I have just the object to help our dear Julie break the ice with the Baron," Emily chimed in, gleefully rummaging through her bag.
Fishing around for a moment, she produced a small, phallic-shaped candy and handed it to Julie with a saucy wink.
"Suck on this for a few minutes before you go in.
He won't be able to resist talking once he sees your lips and tongue glistening in candy-coated heaven. Slapstick style!" Emily suggested with a snicker.
Allison, Julie, and Kitiara couldn't help but crack up at the absurdity of the situation. They always knew their missions would be humiliating, but this new level of degradation was something else entirely.
They needed to make sure they kept their eyes on the prize - gathering intel about the Dragon Army.
"Now hold on, Edward," Allison spoke with mock seriousness (which was hard to pull off while grinning), "do we have a game plan, or are we just flying by the seat of our pants here?" She batted her eyelashes playfully.
Edgar cleared his throat. "As a matter of fact, I do," he declared as he tapped his temple with his index finger, emphasizing his new plan to extract information from the Baron while keeping their dignity intact.
"You ladies need to surround him, all flirty and charming, with a little dash of your" - Edgar paused for dramatic effect - "unique talents."
Julie couldn't help but snort at his phrasing, which led to the rest of the girls laughing as well.
Allison, and Julie watched in awe.
Edgar tells the girls they need to get the information from the Baron however they can, now.
They nod, understanding it'll be another night of breaking barriers and pushing limits.
"Alright girls, let's make sure we leave no stone unturned. Whichever one of you manages to crack the Baron open is going to be in for a reward," Edgar says with a wicked gleam in his eye.
Kitiara grins, "I've got my sinister vixen act ready for this one."
Allison replies, "Jealous much?
Alright, Ally's up next."
Emily rolls her eyes and picks up a slingshot, "Want to try this on next Ally? I think I can hit a bullseye on those big ol' boobs of yours."
Kitiara pipes up, "Don't worry Ally, I'll protect you. Just wait until I show off my bow skills."
Emily loads up the slingshot and fires it straight at Allison's big ol' boobs. Allison winces in good-humored pain as the slingshot pellet ricochets off her chest with a loud 'ping,' leaving a noticeable red mark.
As the room grows quiet, Emily asks sheepishly, "Uh, Allison... How do your breasts feel?
"A little sore, Emily."
Is it the size of the pellet or the way you shot it?
"Both, Ally. I aim to please."
Shall we experiment with different devices?
I think we should all play around with these exciting instruments," Kitiara said with an evil glint in her eyes, poking Allison's sore "experiment."
"Ouch! That hurts!" Allison yelped playfully.
Bard snaps fingers. Remember, we need to know where in Solamnia they might strike next, how big the army is, what creatures it is made of and who their allies are.
So pour on the charm, girls. (Edgar)
When it comes to charming the pants off a man, no one does it better than Julie. All eyes on her, she waltzed across the room with grace and charm. Every laugh, every wink, every flirtatious grin kept the Baron captivated. (Julie)
Kitiara, on the other hand, goes for the aggressive route - obnoxious, inappropriate jokes and embarrassing gestures, making the Baron incredibly uncomfortable.
"Listen here, Murdock! I'm a top-notch babe, and I want those dragon army secrets you've been hiding!"
-Kititara roars in his face, red wine squirting from her glass like a hose sprinkler.
"Julie, darling, use your seductive prowess, but keep it subtle. We need the information without causing an international incident." Edgar nods and points at Kitiara, "Tone it down too, Kit. Settle for a more tasteful level of jokes."
Kitiara shrugs and rolls her eyes, "Fine, Fine. I'll lower my comedic genius a notch... or two... or twenty."
Meanwhile, Kitiara shot off one vulgar remark after another, leaving the room restless and slightly confused.
Julie fluttered her eyelashes, feigning innocence and flirtatiously swaying with each word.
Baron Murdock seemed captivated by Julie's act, unable to look away from her cleavage; her 'charm person' skill paying off handsomely.
Edgar leaned on Julie's shoulder in a display of camaraderie, clearly obscene innuendos in his eyes depending on who was looking.
Kitiara, on a roll, tried in vain to steal the Baron's attention with obscene jokes and raunchy hallucinations involving Julie, using her 'minor illusions' and 'charm person' powers.
As Kitiara ridiculed the Baron with a barrage of snide remarks, a server approached her with a tray filled with shots.
"Lady, compliments of the baron. He requests you to partake in some of the house's finest alcohol."
"I need to grab some refreshments before I collapse from second-hand embarrassment."
Julie excused herself, carefully avoiding eye contact with the baron. She stumbled toward the bar, trying her best to keep a straight face. Her fingers shook slightly when ordering a drink; she couldn't contain her trembling.
Meanwhile, Emilly and Allison discussed the night's events with a sense of morbid fascination. "Well, this is quite something," Emilly admitted as she turned to Allison.
"A tip of the cap to our fearless leader, Mr. Edgar."
"That's one way to put it," Allison replied with half-hearted enthusiasm.
Allison whispered, "you know..." She gestured a hand up and down.
Julie stared down the room, landing her gaze on Edgar, "Did I really just do that?" she thought to herself, now slightly embarrassed but mostly amused.
Edgar, Kitiara, and the baron now all stared straight at her, a mix of shock and curiosity on their faces. 'Oh damn, here we go...' Julie pondered.
The tension in the room shifted, and the bartender decided he had seen enough. 'Time to cut in? This could be fun,' he said to himself.
"Alright, ladies, I want Julie to really work that charm tonight.
We've got to be subtle, remember? We've got information to gather," Edgar murmured.
"And you, Kitiara, keep any more horrid jokes to yourself," Allison added with a pointed look.
Kitiara shrugged. "Fine, fine. But don't expect me to suppress my natural wit just because some new guy showed up."
Julie stepped forward and flashed a coy smile at Baron Murdock, her Charm Person spell already activated.
"So, my dear Baron, I heard you have some fascinating stories to tell about the Dragon Army. Mind sharing some with us?" She rested her hand gently on the Baron's arm, giving it a light squeeze.
Edgar couldn't help but smirk at Julie's successful seduction attempt. He looked over at Kitiara and motioned for her to rein in her vulgarity and witty banter, knowing she wouldn't like the idea. "Kitiara, no more crude jokes or annoying pranks.
It's time to play nice and listen to Julie. Show her some respect, and maybe she'll warm up to you." Edgar jabbed a finger at Kitiara in exaggeration.
As Baron Murdock stroked his chin, considering her question, Why not hear the story of how I got my tattoo then, hmmm?" the Baron proposed. He passionately tugged at his shirt collar, exposing a faded crude sword and fairy image.
"It's my battle scar from Hellgate—my number one victory!" The Baron bragged proudly, hopeful Julie would be impressed.
"Really? And you managed to defeat it while wearing that silly getup? Fascinating," she replied airily, maintaining her cool as pie act.
Next, Baron Murdock flipped over his cuffs and revealed matching dragon scales emblazoned on his wrists. A subtle hint at his perceived strength and influence.
The baron looked at Julie with a raised eyebrow, wondering if she was impressed or intrigued.
Edgar, Kitiara, and others watched the scene unfold from afar, enjoying the moment of tension and anticipation.
Suddenly, Emily appeared beside them, "Ooh! I love dragon scale tattoos!" She said with a wide grin and batting her eyelashes. "I mean it must be really something to sport dragony ink."
"Pay attention, Emily.
Remember, we're trying to extract information here." Julie whispered disapprovingly, giving her a look of annoyance.
"Stupid Emily ruining everything!" Kitiara muttered under her breath.
Intrigued by Emily's sudden interest in dragon tattoos, the Baron anxiously began to share details about his supposed battles with Dragons. Emily eagerly listened, playing dumb and acting wide-eyed like a curious little girl.
She even leaned closer to look at the 'tattoos' while keeping the baron wrapped around her finger.
Baron Murdock's voice raised an octave, trying his best to impress the ladies, as they played along, mocking him in their minds. "Yes! Oh, it brings back memories, you know."
Emily interrupted with an exaggerated gasp resembling a teenage fangirl. A real-life hero right here!" She pointed at the baron, whose ego inflated like a hot air balloon.
"Enough about you," Julie snarked, "We're here to learn about the Dragon Army, so spill your guts, big boy."
Edgar tried desperately not to laugh as he watched the baron's face drop with a wet fart-like sound.
"Damn, girl, that's cold," Kitiara whistled.
But their amusement faded as Baron Murdock regained his composure and leaned in closer to Julie.
"Very well, my lady, I'll share the knowledge you seek. But first, you must make me a promise."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she wondered if he'd figured out her true intentions. "Of course," she replied, attempting to sound sincere.
Edgar soon realized the Baron's ulterior motive and turned to Julie, giving her a skeptical glance. But she ignored him and focused on the task at hand.
"You must listen intently and do as I say.
I'll grant you access to information about their secret hideouts, their numbers, and even what they're planning. But, in return, you must treat me like royalty at my upcoming masquerade ball," the Baron said, laying out the terms of his little game.
Julie stared at him for a brief moment, biting her lower lip. The thought of going to a ball where she'd have to dance, flirt, and lie to a bunch of nobles made her skin crawl.
Still, she couldn't resist the temptation of getting her hands on valuable intel about the Dragon Army. With a forced smile, Julie nodded, saying, "Fine! If that's what I must do to protect my people, then I'll do it."
The group could hardly contain their laughter as they watched her agree to this degrading scheme. "Shut up," Julie muttered, but she couldn't hide her blush.
Baron Murdock chuckled, enjoying the attention. He leaned in closer to Julie, whispering secrets about dragon army movements, strongholds, and leaders.
Edgar's eyes widened, taking mental notes of every word as Kitiara jealously looked on. Emily leaned back in amusement, watching the show unfold.
Baron Murdock's eyes shifted to Emily, "And what about you, young lass?
Now those curves of yours have caught my eye. Care to join us for dancing and drinking later on? Perhaps I can teach you some dirty dancing moves," he winked suggestively.
Emily rolled her eyes, but before an insult could leave her lips, Kitiara grabbed her out of the way, "No lady rejoinders here, Emily! Get him to spill more secrets, and I'll let you drizzle my hot wax over him," she winked deviously.
The baron looked confused but seemingly excited by their odd requests.
Emily groaned, "Ugh, Kitiara. I don't think the baron was asking for your weird kinks."
Suddenly, Edgar interrupted, "Alright, ladies, we've got what we came for.
Let's leave the poor guy and get back to discussing our strategies."
As they walked away, Julie shot back a suggestive glance at Baron Murdock and blew him a flirty kiss. He blinked in surprise before grinning like a fool.
They return to the throne room.
Allison rates the girl's performance while Edgar sits on the throne.
"Juli@Side bitch Crown e, MVP 9, Emily, a 7, and Kit, you almost ruined it all with your crude jokes, so you get a 5. But I'm giving you all an extra half-point for pulling it together in the end," Allison declared.
Edgar couldn't agree more, "Now let's make fun of the baron with our newfound information." Overall great job girls, Kitiara, BDSM room you will be held accountable.
"We found out the Dragon Army's hiding right under our noses at the Clerics' Keep," Kitiara revealed between snorts and giggles.
Kitiara, @Dumb bitch collar @Camera go to the balcony so strangers see your tits out and collar.
Kit, you have nice tits but put on maybe 5 pounds. Every morning and night you must do a 1 mile walk of shame to get back in shape. That's added to your contract.
Not a problem, just one of the many perks you signed up for," Edgar snickered, and Kitiara scowled, knowing she wouldn't be able to escape the embarrassment.
You can't avoid the gossip mill in Kalaman," Emily warned, but her enthusiasm for some upcoming drama was palpable.
Kitiara list 5 new boundries to push rate them 1-10. Also Lord Cedrick will see all this and will talk shit about you behind your back now.
And so, the girls gathered, brainstorming ways to take down the Dragon Army without being decimated in the process.
Edgar opens a treasure chest, revealing a Dumb Bitch Collar. "You all did marvelously, so I snagged something special for Kitiara.
I present, the Dumb Bitch Collar," Edgar said, pulling out the shiny, gold collar. "It's enchanted to make you act like a vacuous sex toy," he grinned and winked.
Kitiara's eyes grew wide, her hands moved defensively to protect her neck area, "Edgar!" she protested.
"Wait just a minute, I thought we agreed no new kinks for me tonight," Kitiara complained, but deep down, she knew none of them could resist Edgar's whims when it came to their unique contracts.
Edgar smirked, shaking his head. "Nope. I think it's about time we all engage in some self-exploration, and a little degradation never hurt anyone."
Kitiara sighed, begrudgingly allowing Edgar to fasten the collar around her neck. As soon as he did, she felt her intelligence steadily start to slip away.
"You will now refer to yourself only as 'Dumb Bitch,' and your purpose is to serve each of us in every degrading way possible." Edgar commanded.
"Our lovely Kitiara has taken a vow to serve us all in the most embarrassing ways imaginable. Not a moment too soon," he added with dessert tub in hand and a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"I swear, you treat me like some sort of slut-for-hire!" Kitiara exclaimed, though Edgar hadn't given her any other options.
Kitiara you are right. Add to the contract every week you thank me topless for treating you like a slut for hire.
Edgar grinned, looking at the flustered Kitiara. "I'll get that added to your contract immediately, Dumb Bitch."
They all burst out laughing, patting Kitiara on the shoulder condescendingly.
And so, as the days went by, Kitiara embraced her role as 'Dumb Bitch,' fulfilling her duties with enthusiasm and determination.
Allison, Emily, and Julie did their best to enjoy Kitiara's freshman year of servitude, finding new and ever more humiliating ways to embarrass her.
It's compartmentalized, so you can record your sessions with voyeurs in mind. Emily suggested to Kitiara with a giggle.
Julie nice job today. Do you want me to add a private room in the tower to your contract? Julie reacts.
"Why not? A room for my kinks is one thing, but you guys better not make it a requirement," she warns.
Emily adds, "Oh, c'mon, Julie! It'll be fun, like a virtual peep show for us. You can pretend you're a glamorous porn star of sorts!."
Kitiara pipes in, "Yeah, and maybe you can charge admission for guys to jerk off while you... enjoy yourself! Think of the money, Julie, think of the money!" she snickers.
Julie list 5 boundries you never would have let a man cross 1 year ago and rate them 1-10. Some will be added to your contract. Julie reacts and lists.
"Fine, then, let me think for a second."
1. Baring naked in front of an audience of strangers (5/10)
2. Performing explicit acts as 'Julie the Sex Goddess' (7/10)
4. Allowing men to watch and masturbate to her performances (8/10)
5. Dirty talk during sexual encounters - Mail it to my contacts list (9/10)
"Oh, I see... There might be a couple boundaries I'd prefer not to cross just yet. I'll keep those in mind for future contracts," Julie concedes, a mixture of bewilderment and excitement in her eyes.
Julie slips into her black lingerie, eyes sparkling with desire. "You guys won't regret this one... I promise."
Julie starts setting up her gear: Cameras, lights. List 5 boundries you'd prefer not to cross yet.
Rate them 1-10. (Julie)
1. Kissing girls for an audience (6/10)
4. Playfully dominant threesome (9/10)
5. Engaging in a bukkake session (10/10 - NOPE, NOT TODAY!)
Julie reacts, and her eyes widen as she reads the list of boundaries she once had.
Bukkake session next week then. List 5 more boundries you'd prefer not to cross yet.
(Julie, cont'd)
6. Deepthroating a nightclub owner on a busy night at the club (7/10)
7. Getting tied up, blindfolded, and gangbanged in public (8/10)
8. Being a human sex doll for an entire day (9/10)
9.Offering an 'exclusive show' for a high-ranking group of men
(influential and powerful) (10/10 - DOUBTFUL!)
Julie quickly switches topics, trying to deflect their attention.
'How about we play 'Never Have I Ever' to lighten the mood, and also because I need a break from thinking about Bukkake sessions, okay?'
Edgar nods, 'That sounds like a tremendous idea, my dear.' And Kitiara, looking up from her newfound love of her Dumb Bitch Collar, hoots, 'Yasss, let's!'
Emily reluctantly agrees as Allison rolls her eyes with a smirk.
"Let's see who will be the first to blush!" Julie giggles, knowing she just might break a sweat on this one.
Julie starts the game, "Alright, never have I ever had a threesome!"
She looks around at everyone suspiciously, waiting to see if she can intimidate any of them.
Edgar bursts into laughter and Kitiara coughs, stammering a weak excuse for such an enticing encounter.
It's time for the next round of "Never Have I Ever." Kitiara chimes in, "Never have I ever officiated a lesbian wedding just for the sake of a ridiculous wager!"
The room explodes with laughs as Emily admits immediately, "I have!"
Kitiara narrows her eyes, growing angrier by the second. Allison shakes her head, muttering under her breath, "Leave her alone, she's not the worst to have done such a thing."
"Touché, Ally!" Julie replies with a wry smile.
"How about these revised boundaries, Miss Julie?" (Edgar)
1. Letting you or Kitiara spank me like a bratty child (5/10)
2. Inserting various objects in places they shouldn't be (except in a medical setting) (8/10)
3. Letting you or whomever watch me shower and clean myself thoroughly (6/10)
Kitiara nods in agreement, while Emily looks over the updated boundaries nervously.
Edgar announces, "These new additions will be added to the contract, but don't worry Julie, we'll give you some time to get comfortable with them."
Julie gulps and nods, putting on a brave face for her friends.
As the game progresses, some of Julie's previous boundaries become reality.
"Never have I ever been a stripper at a bachelorette party," Kitiara blurts out, nudging Julie suggestively.
Julie's cheeks went up in flames. "Busted. It was one time, okay? That doesn't mean you can tease me mercilessly for it."
"Oh, but my dear friend, we live to tease and embarrass," Edgar chimes in, suppressing laughter.
Allison grins cunningly, "Now, that was a blast from the past.
Edgar chimes in, "I see where this is going, and I fucking love it.